When I was younger (and had black hair) I had a red plaid shirt. Like my obsession with watching Alice in Wonderland, I wore that shirt to death... I presume my parents got rid of it out of fear that I would live in it forever if I had it my way. Fast forward to now I have finally replaced that shirt. There is something about the combination between black and red squares on soft flannel. Definitely a highly valued yet inexpensive wardrobe staple. Somethings just don't change with me.